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Thursday, March 28, 2013

Cowslips in the Hall

As we were finishing another school year, in the spring of '66, my sister and I and some of our fellow passengers on the school bus realized the cowslips were in bloom in a marsh along the road between my grandparents farm and the school. We were pretty animated about this discovery and asked the bus driver if he would stop and let us pick them. Lefty Summers, a wonderful bus driver who was willing to make safe allowances for the youth in his charge, agreed to stop the bus.

My sister and I, flower children from an earlier time, and a few older high school kids with brightly forming minds of their own - the beautiful, black-haired Dorothy among them - waded into the ditch and came back up with armloads of yellow cowslips. Then, amid unprecedented enthusiasm we rode on to school, talking to each other with a renewed joy for life apparent in the faces of everyone on that big orange bus. A few minutes later we filed out of the bus following a trail of unruly cowslips, strays that had fallen in the aisle between the seats.

Later, as I walked up the stairs and into the main hall, I saw cowslips strewn on the smooth hardwood floor in front of the principals' office - left there by some of the older kids along with drops of water from the stems. Out of the office came Lefty our beloved bus driver who had, it appeared, been called to task for what those in authority saw as a poor decision. He didn't appear upset, he just strode across those flowers and on down the hall. I stood there and watched, hoping he didn't pay a price or feel remorse for his choice. It was the best choice he ever made for this young girl's life.

My sister and I would sometimes bring cowslips to my grandmother, not for eating (although they are edible from what I understand), but for putting in a vase. I recently mentioned them in a two-part micropoem about an afternoon visit to my grandparent's farm:

... screen door opens to small faces / withered hands tenderly place drooping cowslips in a green vase... crossed legs cradle a favorite book / on the page a grizzly bear scoops salmon from a stream / afternoon seeps through etched glass

Why, thank you! I wish he were still here to tell him how much I appreciate his kindness and understanding of what it means to be young and fully alive! Yes, the world could benefit from more people like him.

Thank you for that lovely story about you and the other kids and the bus driver. What a wonderful man he was. He understood children.

I have not yet written about cowslips, but I mean to. (I've got a good source from folklore). I have written about Marsh Marigold, and you can search it on the Thyra-blog. The name has something to do with Virgin Mary. Also called kingcup in English. It is a more rare plant here in DK, but very beautiful, with petals like yellow butter in the meadows.

Maybe cowslips is called Marsh Marigold in some places? The name is usually primula, primrose...(Latin Caltha palustris)

Dear Teresa, have a Happy Easter togetherwith lovely Buddy - and thank you for your never failing kindness.

HI Grethe! So good to hear from you. The bus driver allowed for other things, like signing on the bus, usually some country and western. :) I shall look into your marsh marigolds and yes, I have done further investigation only to discover it remains even in the natural world a bit of a mystery with each side claiming to know its origin which I did also prematurely. I grew up with cow slips, but others do see it as cows lips. It's all very confusing. Even Thoreau gets into the act!

Oh those are beautiful flowers, I am sure I have seen them blooming before but never got this close to appreciate them in detail. Thank goodness for people like the bus driver, the world would be so much less without them.

I have only ever known them as marsh marigolds, which grow in profusion near water. I think the bus driver was sweet to do that, probably knew it wouldn't be appreciated by the higher ups, but that the kids would really love it. Thanks for the great story, Teresa. :-)

Beautiful ode to spring. Have not seen cowslips in years. Neither have I seen pussy-willows in ages -- like Blissed-Out Grandma mentions above. But your mentions of spring and waterways reminds me I should check out the watercress in the big spring up by Climax. There one can finds tons of fresh watercress in the early spring -- like now. -- barbara

What a gorgeous story and, you know, i have encountered 'cowslips' many times in my reading and just now realised that I never knew what they were! I tink 'wild daffodils' (ahem) is the closest we have in Australia. Hoorah for Lefty! The quiet revolutionary. x

Yes, things are very different and to the detriment of all of us, particularly children. Fear governs rather than love. My sons had end of the year stops at the DQ, but I doubt that's practiced now, either. What a shame.

We typically find them in May in our area. They are one of the best spring flowers (very difficult to move successfully-I've tried several times in restoration projects) and are often associated with black flies (they both bloom at the same time). It sounds like you might have had the best bus driver ever, and it sounds like your principal needed to find a sense of humor.

You've triggered another fun memory for me. When I was in school they still allowed students to be bus drivers. Tony, our bus driver, was a student and he didn't have a car. So he would drive the school bus when he went out on a date. The idea of him picking up his girlfriend and driving to a movie--in a school bus--still makes me smile.

Love the story - and I certainly hope Lefty didn't get into much trouble. It seems that children today don't get much joy in school. Probably part of the reason our schools are failing. (My son did have a teacher who often showed movies in class, but they didn't pertain to the subject. He just didn't want to teach.) This city-raised girl doesn't think she has ever seen cowslips, but maybe I have.

Dear Teresa, what a cherished memory this must be. One that brings back to you your grandmother as well as Lefty. It's reminded me of a truly generous bus driver I knew when in grade school. In April, I'm going to post a story about him and his understanding of my childhood physical woes. Peace.

Dear Teresa, with your story as an impetus, I posted on Wednesday a story from my childhood about a kind bus driver. You might enjoy reading it:http://www.cominghometomyself.blogspot.com/2013/04/the-busdriver-and-blotch.html

A lovely story Teresa, it reminded me of Anne of Green Gables, don't you think Anne would have done something just like that? What a wonderfully uplifting sight it must have been to see all of you young girls with arms-full of cowslips, laughing and jostling and full of hope and life! I'm glad he didn't take any notice of the Principal and let any consequences roll-off him, he did what any person would have done when faced with the enthusiasm of such beautiful young souls!

Jane, I'm So happy to hear from you. Yes, it was a moment of absolute joy. He did what every person should have done... I'm so glad for his kindness. I hope yo are feeling well, and the view out your window is the beauty of the world. Hugs to you.